so this idea has been floating around my head for a while. I am actually co authoring a story similar to this one, but I felt like I had to get my own personal version out there. If you guys are interested, I will continue this story. If not, I won't. Also, if you are interested in reading the story that I am co authoring, let me know. it is posted on the other author's account, but I will gladly give you their penname to look it up!

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Rose POV

I woke up with a pounding in my head that clearly meant that I had drank way too much the night before. I groaned as I opened my eyes and attempted to move, only to realize I wasn't laying in bed alone. The heavy weight of a large arm was draped over my bare waist, holding me protectively. I turned over very carefully, so I wouldn't wake up the person next to me before I got the chance to see who it was. Once I was turned around, I studied him.

He was absolutely gorgeous. His deep brown, shoulder length hair was hanging over his face, which was just inches away from mine. He was still sleeping, but I could feel his even breaths on my face. I let my eyes travel further down to the tan skin of his amazingly sculpted bare chest.

Wait. His arm around me bare waist. His bare chest. I glanced down at my body under the edge of the cover. Holy shit, I'm as naked as the day I was born! What happened last night?!

I tried to think back to last night, but I couldn't recall anything past the shots that I was taking with Lissa and Mia at Lissa's Bachelorette party. I don't remember meeting the gorgeous hunk of a man that is laying in bed next to me, who was probably as naked as I was. I don't remember anything that we did or might have done.

I attempted to move my legs and waist to check for any sign that what happened is what I am thinking - and honestly hoping that it didn't - happen. My suspension was confirmed when a certain soreness eminated from between my legs.

Great. I had given this man - this stranger - something that I had never been willing to give to another man; my virginity. So much for being 'pure' on my freaking wedding night.

I felt something starting to press against my thigh, and at first, I was confused at to what it could be. Then, it hit me; he's happy to see me. Well, feel me, I guess, since he has yet to open his eyes. I wonder if he remembers last night. Maybe he wouldn't. Even if he did, could I trust him to tell the truth? For all I know, this sexy stranger could be some psycho ax murderer. Ugh.

I need to call Lissa and Mia. I need to find out what the hell happened last night. I tried to get up again, hoping that I wouldn't wake the sexy stranger. I failed. As soon as I started to move his arm, he tightened it around my waist and he started to wake up.

"Where are you going, beautiful?" He mumbled without opening his eyes. He had a beautiful voice and a more amazing accent. I froze. What do I do? I've never done this before.

"Uhm..the bathroom?" I whispered, hoping he would let me go. I need to get out of here, I decided.

When he heard me speak, his eyes opened wide and he quickly let me go, as if he was surprised and startled to find me there.

"Wh..what..I...I thought...what?" He stammered. Maybe he was as confused as I was. It sure as hell sounded like it. Guess I'll take the lead in this conversation.

"Don't worry, Comrade. I'm as confused as you sound. Do you remember anything from last night? Cause I don't remember a thing." I said with false bravado as I sat up in the bed, trying to keep my naked breast covered. He sat up too, but he let his chest bare, only having the cover pool at his waist. He ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose while letting out a large breath.

"Yes and no." He muttered.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"I thought you were just a dream; a figment of my imagination, but I guess it was probably more of a memory. The only thing I remember, or whatever you want to say, is us having a wild night of passionate sex." He said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Of course that's all you remember. Leave it to a man to try to remember anything other than great sex, and you're totally fucked. Literally, I guess." I muttered.

"What?" He asked, finally looking at me. Shock was prominent in his gorgeous features. For the first time that I can remember, I looked into his deep chocolate brown eyes. I never wanted to look away. Finally, I made myself look away.

"Oh, sorry. Nothing. I said nothing. I was just...maybe I should go..would you mind turning around so I could-" I said in a hurry.

"Wait, please?" He interrupted, laying his hand on my exposed arm. "I don't even know your name. I'm Dimitri."

At the touch of his hand, I felt sparks running through my arm. I couldn't tell if he felt them too, and I didn't want to meet his gaze again. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to look away. He didn't seem to want to let me go, so I gave in.

"Rose. My name is Rose." I sighed in defeat.

"Well, Rose, it's nice to meet you. Would you like to stay and talk to me a bit, so that maybe we can figure out what happened last night? I want to know, just like you do." He asked very politely. He didn't seem like he was going to push for sex, but I can't be too sure.

"Fine, but I was serious earlier. I want you to turn around so I can get dressed. I've never actually done this before, and even if you remember seeing me naked last night, this is really awkward for me." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. Under all of this false bravado and confidence, I'm a nervous, confused, and very unstable wreck.

"Okay." He said, and promptly closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and turned to face the opposite wall. Wow. I didn't exactly expect him to agree so easily. He's not even trying to catch a peak at me. That either meant that he thought I was ugly when he wasn't under the influence of at least alcohol, or maybe, just maybe, he was being a gentleman.

What am I talking about? I'm hot. I know I am. I've had boys chasing after me since I was at least 13. Maybe this guy won't turn out to be as bad as I thought.

I quickly ended my mental babbling, and got off of the bed to try to find my clothes. Well, I found them, but they hadn't survived after our 'wild night of passionate sex'. Every piece of my clothing was in shreds. That's a shame, because I had really loved that little black dress.

Okay, so, my clothes are useless. What now? Just then, I noticed a large shirt hanging off of the foot of the bed. It must be his. I quickly grabbed it and put it on. It was more like a dress on me than just a shirt. It went well past my thighs, almost to my knees. I also found his boxers and slid them on. I had to roll them up several times to keep them from falling off.

"Okay, Comrade. I'm decent, I guess. I'm borrowing your clothes because you seemed to have shredded mine. I'm going to the bathroom so you can get dressed." I told him. He nodded, but didn't move. I turned around and headed to the bathroom. After, I shut the door, I finally heard him shuffeling around in his hotel room.

I went over to the mirror, and looked at myself. I didn't look any different after last night aside from my wild sex hair, and the only real difference I felt was the soreness between my legs. I can't believe I don't remember the first time that I ever had sex. How is that even fair?

I ran my fingers through my hair as best as I could to try to tame it. It kind of worked, but not by much. When I heard a faint knock on the door, I decided that it wasn't worth worrying over.

I walked out of the bathroom, and I noticed that he was looking at me with both concern and lust. My sarcastic nature took over.

"Take a picture, Comrade. It lasts longer." I smirked.

He shook his head slightly, and spoke.

"Are you okay?" Concern filled his voice. I was confused. Apparently, it showed, because he offered up an explanation. "I mean, I found a few spots of blood on the bed, and you seem to be walking with a slight limp. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a little sore, I guess, but I guess that's to be expected after my first-" I cut myself off. Did he know that he was my first? How would he react? Shit!

"Your first?" He questioned.

"Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly. "Besides, isn't it supposed to stroke your ego knowing that I'm sore after a night with you? Even if I don't remember it?"

He shrugged. "I guess, but I feel like I took advantage of you or something. Last night was your first time, wasn't it?" He caught my gaze, concern still filling his features, and I knew that I couldn't lie to him, even if I wanted to. So I told the truth.

"Yes. It was my first time. I just wish I had remembered it."